National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The piercing alarm has been turned off.

The hall was lit by cold blue tactical lights.

On the main screen, a map of China's 9.6 million square kilometers is slowly rotating, with eight red array eye coordinates resembling a beating heart.

Zhou Yaoguo braced his hands on the edge of the alloy sand table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He stared at the constantly flashing hostile signals from abroad on the edge of the sand table, his voice booming throughout the hall.

"Order! Dragon Soul Awakening Force, immediately airdrop into the eight array eyes."

"Seal off the village at all costs."

Zhou Yaoguo stood tall, his medals gleaming under the lights. "Anyone who dares to cross this line will be shot on the spot!"

Staff Officer Li stood at attention and saluted, his boots slamming onto the ground with a dull thud: "Understood!"

Five minutes later, eight jet-black anti-gravity spiritual energy transport planes tore through the clouds, trailing pale golden tail flames, and sped off in eight completely different directions.

In the desolate northwest desert, fierce winds whipped up sand and gravel that lashed against the crumbling earthen walls.

A transport plane hovered 100 meters above the deserted village.

The hatch popped open.

Without hesitation, the three hundred Dragon Soul members, dressed in black combat uniforms, jumped down in single file.

There was no parachute, only the qi and blood energy released by a master-level martial artist.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three hundred people crashed into the yellow sand.

The ground shook, and waves of sand rolled.

Captain Zhao Lie stood up straight.

He had just broken through to the Grandmaster realm, and his special ability was "Indestructible Vajra". His muscles were bulging all over his body, and his skin had a faint brass luster.

He brushed the sand off his shoulders and strode toward the village entrance.

Under the withered old locust tree at the entrance of the village, an old man in his seventies sat cross-legged.

The old man held a blackened pipe in his hand, puffing away, completely oblivious to the three hundred evil spirits descending from the sky.

This is the old village chief of a remote village in Northwest China, and Guan Shan's adoptive father.

Zhao Lie stopped three meters away and gave a standard military salute: "Sir, the country has sent us to take over the defense. From now on, the deserted village will be protected by the Dragon Soul Special Forces."

The old village chief exhaled a puff of smoke and tapped the cigarette ash off the sole of his shoe with his calloused hands.

His cloudy eyes swept over Zhao Lie, and he waved his hand.

"No, no need."

The old village chief stood up, leaning on a crooked wooden cane. "Twenty years ago, when that kid Guanshan came into the village with his knife, he said that as long as his knife was there, not even a wolf could get into the village."

"Go back. This place is a poor, remote area. The country should save its resources for important matters."

Zhao Lie's eyes welled up slightly.

Looking at the ordinary old man before him, a storm raged in his heart.

How could an old man from Northwest China who couldn't even read be so calm and composed in front of three hundred masters?

It was all based on absolute trust in Guan Shan's promise.

"Old man!"

Zhao Lie stood ramrod straight, his voice firm and resolute, "It is precisely because Senior Guan Shan fought to the death to defend China on the front lines that we must protect his homeland. This is a military order!"

The old village chief paused for a moment, his wrinkled face slowly breaking into a smile, and a glimmer of water flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He didn't say anything more, turned around and slowly walked back to the village.

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains of western Hunan, there is a village known for its corpse-driving tradition.

The dense rainforest blocked out the sun.

It's so humid you could wring water out of it.

The hometown of the horse bell never sees the sun.

The second squad of Dragon Soul had just set up a defensive line on the outskirts of the village.

Suddenly, a piercing buzzing sound came from the captain's headphones.

On the tactical tablet, three red dots representing high-frequency energy responses are forcibly penetrating the dense forest at a speed of forty meters per second, heading straight for the village entrance.

"All units on alert! Enemy attack 600 meters to the left front!"

The captain drew his tactical bayonet, and his master-level qi emanated from his body.

Deep in the dense forest, three figures dressed in gray optical cloaks were leaping swiftly between the treetops.

The leader, codenamed "Grey Wolf," is an ace of the genetically modified military force of the Bald Eagle Nation.

His eyes were vertical pupils like those of a wild beast, and his visual perception was ten times that of an ordinary person.

The gray wolf stared at the distant outline of the village, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

China's defense system is riddled with vulnerabilities.

What are spiritual barriers and air defense radar? They're all a joke in the face of a stealth cloak equipped with the latest anti-reconnaissance modules.

His orders were to destroy all living things in the stronghold and sever the foundation of the contestant named Ma Ling's luck.

A group of newly awakened grandmasters were no different from paper in front of his body, which was a fusion of cheetah and saltwater crocodile genes.

"Approach the enemy in two seconds and tear them apart."

The gray wolf gave commands through a bone microphone.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, crushing a thick tree trunk, and his whole body crashed into the village boundary marker like a gray cannonball.

Just as the gray wolf crossed the boundary marker.

Under the eaves of the dilapidated earth god temple at the village entrance, an old bronze bell covered in verdigris suddenly moved on its own without any wind.

"bite--"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that pierced the soul.

The gray wolf's charging forward suddenly froze.

He felt as if his brain had been pierced by a steel needle, and his heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the soil churned up.

In the open space in front of the Earth God Temple, twenty hairy black claws simultaneously burst from the ground.

Twenty mummified corpses dressed in tattered Qing Dynasty official robes stood stiffly in front of the gray wolf.

There was no breathing, and no infrared heat source.

The gray wolf shook its head, its vertical pupils suddenly contracting.

He drew the high-frequency vibration blade from his waist, exerted force from his waist, and slashed at the neck of the foremost dried corpse.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The vibrating blade, powerful enough to cut through the steel plates of an armored vehicle, struck the dried-up flesh of the corpse, sending a half-inch of blade flying off.

The arrogance in the gray wolf's eyes crumbled instantly.

Instead, a bone-chilling cold prevailed.

His brain was screaming warnings, and his cheetah genes were urging him to flee immediately.

But he had no chance to back down.

The twenty mummified corpses moved in unison.

It was so fast that it left afterimages.

A jet-black claw pierced through the gray wolf's optical cloak in an instant, stabbing into his chest cavity.

His other hand gripped his head.

"Sizzle—"

Like tearing open a piece of waste paper.

The gray wolf's prized reinforced skeleton was instantly torn apart.

Internal organs mixed with blood were spilled all over the ground.

The other two companions didn't even have time to scream before they were torn to pieces by the surging corpses.

From engaging the enemy to being wiped out, it took less than three seconds.

The Dragon Soul team members, not far away, stood there, guns raised, dumbfounded.

They watched as the mummified corpses shook the blood off their hands and disappeared back into the soil.

At the village entrance, only three pools of rotten flesh, reeking of blood, remained.

"Captain..." a teammate swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Do we... still need to defend?"

A water town in Jiangnan, an ancient town paved with bluestone slabs.

Su Qingyi's hometown.

Night falls.

On the stone bridge at the edge of town, an old tailor dressed in coarse cloth was mending an old cotton-padded jacket by the moonlight.

In the river, four underwater propulsion units operated silently.

The bald eagle agents had just surfaced, preparing to fire silenced tranquilizer darts at the shore.

The old tailor flicked his wrist.

The slender sewing needle flashed a cold light in the moonlight.

A crisscrossing network of black lines faintly appeared in the air.

Dozens of threads, thinner than a human hair, had already been woven into a large net on the river more than half a month ago.

The agent didn't even feel any pain.

As they leaped out of the water using the thrusters, their bodies disintegrated instantly in mid-air.

The pieces of meat fell neatly back into the river, staining a small patch of water red.

The old tailor didn't even look up, his fingers deftly tied a knot, and he bit off the end of the thread: "Lord Su's threads never leave any loose ends."

The southwestern border region, the hometown of Jiang Chen.

The turbid river flowed swiftly under the cover of night.

An armed infiltration squad had just climbed onto the shallows.

Without warning, the river surface began to heave.

A three-meter-high wall of water rose from the ground, as viscous as mercury.

The water wall slammed down, and the immense pressure instantly ruptured the lungs of the six agents.

As the water receded, only a few corpses with blood flowing from their seven orifices remained on the shallows.

Yanjing Strategic Command Center.

Real-time battle reports from each squad kept coming through the communication channel.

"Northwest Zero One reports: No enemy activity detected; the core of the formation is safe."

"Xiangxi 02 reports: Invaders completely wiped out. Village defense mechanisms automatically activated. Safe."

"Jiangnan 03 reports: the undercover agents have been dismantled, and the core of the formation is safe."

"Southwest 04 Report..."

As Zhou Yaoguo listened to the continuous stream of reports, a hint of relief finally appeared on his stern face.

He turned his head and looked at Minister Chen beside him.

"The foundation laid by Senior Su Chen twenty years ago."

Zhou Yaoguo's voice was hoarse, filled with deep reverence: "These methods of protecting the village have stood the test of time, and now, thanks to the nation's prosperity, they are still operating automatically."

Minister Chen held the stainless steel cup, his hand trembling slightly: "We thought we were protecting the core of the formation, but in fact, it was the formation of our predecessors that was teaching our Awakened Ones a lesson. This gatekeeper who laid out such a grand scheme is unfathomable."